Deliverance


Pay the piper and
run far and fast with your soul
Hold onto your words
For the story's already been told

We were the promised ones
The legacy of shooting stars
We burned the brightest of all the sons
The city of angels, a trip to the moon, a stopover on Mars

We were the ancients
The ones long deceived
We were the kings and queens
Naive enough to believe

We are the brittle, the tired, the old
We are the outcasts, the murderers, the jokers, the stardust of eons past
We are the bones, broken and cold
We are the nameless, the faceless, the suckers who thought it would last

Pay the ferryman
Your time has come
The years were not your friends
Accept your coming undone

Pay the piper his token
hold tight to your keening soul
the words have already been spoken
so save your sad tales of old.